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Published : 12 August 2023

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Test-tube Girl!
by Isabella

Story Code: M/f, MM/F, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Under age, Incest, Father/Daughter, grandfather/granddaughter, Prostitution

I grew up without a father, when I realised that all the other kids at school had fathers, even if they didn't live at home with them, they knew who their fathers were, met them from time to time, sometimes even went on holiday with them but me, no sight nor sound of one, so I asked my mother who my father was and she said that she really had no idea, "I got a catalogue through the post, I chose number B/27/2000/Z...he was described at six foot two inches tall, blond hair, blue eyes, had a double first from Cambridge University and played rugby for the university...that's all I know about him darling."

So, happy or not, that was all I knew about the man who donated the sperm that got my mother pregnant. I went along in life without too much drama until I was fourteen years old and I spotted my mother's sister, my Aunty Barbara in a café drinking coffee with a man who wasn't her husband and they seemed deep in conversation. Now the little angel that sits on my right hand shoulder that always gives me good, sensible, advice was telling me to pretend that I had seen nothing and go home but the little devil that sat on my left hand shoulder and gave me all the fun advice, told me to march into the café and ask Aunty Barbara how Uncle Edward was, see how much she craps herself.

I swiped left on this occasion and marched straight into the café but before I could say anything, Barbara looked up at me and said, "Hello Kitty...is your mother with you?"

I was wrong footed, totally put off my stride, I shook my head, "No, I'm just on my way home from school...mum is still at work!"

The man drinking coffee with my Aunty looked totally shocked, he jumped to his feet, he was tall, very tall, he had a shock of blond hair on his head and electric blue eyes. He offered me his right hand, "So...you're Kitty...pleased to meet you at long last Kitty!"

I gave my aunty a confused look, the man hadn't followed the normal convention...he hadn't told me his name when he shook my hand and now he was holding on to my hand for an overly long time for an introductory handshake.

He was still shaking my hand as he said, "Would you like a cup of coffee Kitty?"

Barbara spoke now, "Simon...Kitty's only fourteen years old, fourteen year old girls don't usually drink coffee...offer her something else!"

Simon looked shocked, "God, of course, she looks a hell of a lot older than fourteen...so Kitty, can I get you a cola or a milkshake or something?"

I relaxed a little, at least I knew his name now, I asked for a chocolate milkshake and remembered to use his name and I said please. When I said "Simon" he looked pained but he still turned and walked over to the counter to order my milkshake.

Aunty Barbara pulled me down into the seat next to hers and she whispered, "Simon is actually your father Kitty but never tell your mother that you have met him and never let her know that you saw me talking to him!"

I was in a state of shock, for at least eight years my mother had told me that the sperm that was used to inseminate her was from a total stranger and no one had any way of knowing who he was and yet my aunty was telling me that Simon was actually my father, he wasn't an anonymous donor.

I was still in a state of shocked silence when Simon brought me my milkshake and placed it in front of me. He took a good long and very close look at my face as well as my body, wrapped as it was in my school uniform, he said, "You look exactly like your mother did the last time I saw her Kitty..." his eyes moved down from my chest area and to my stomach, "...mind you, she was a little fatter around the tummy the last time I saw her!"

I have to say that I was feeling a little uncomfortable, I'd known men and boys who took a crafty look at me if they thought that I might be showing something that I shouldn't, especially like today, when my school shirt was a little tight and the gaps between the buttons were causing little gaps where my bra could peek through or at my knees to see if they could see anything up there but Simon wasn't being at all discreet, he was openly trying to see more than he should have seen.

Barbara looked from me to Simon, "Anyway Simon...much as I would love to come with you to the festival in the park this weekend, Edward would kill me if I even asked him if I could come...you'll have to find someone else to give your spare ticket to!"

I looked from my aunty to Simon aghast, the Festival in the Park was our one annual event, people from all over the country tried to get tickets, they cost a fortune and were strictly limited..."I've been desperate to go to the festival for years but my mother will never let me go!"

Simon smiled at me, "You could always come with me if you like, I have a tent and two sleeping bags and more importantly, two tickets for the whole weekend!"

Barbara chuckled, "Sarah will never agree to Kitty going to an all night festival!"

It was Simon's turn to laugh this time, "The first all night party I took Sarah to...she didn't ask her parents first because she knew that they would say no so she got ready and just left a note on her bed telling them that she'd be back in the morning!"

Barbara was just about to admonish Simon for putting that idea in my head when her phone rang, she looked at the screen of her phone, "Shit...its Edward!"

Barbara jumped to her feet and ran out into the street before answering her phone, she walked up and down in front of the café talking to my Uncle Edward, she gave Simon an apologetic look, shrugged her shoulders and suddenly Edward's car pulled up at her side and she had to climb in without saying goodbye to either me or Simon.

Simon had stopped trying to get a peek at my bra through the little gaps in my shirt between the buttons, he was looking at Barbara as she slipped into Edward's car, he whispered, "Shit..." he looked from the street and back at me, this time, he looked down at my knees, "...I know Barbara knocked me back on the weekend but..." he looked from my knees to the front of his trousers, "...I was at least hoping for a little fun on the back seat of my car before I dropped her off at home, if you know what I mean!"

I shook my head, "I'm not sure what you mean but I'm sure that it's rude."

He looked at my face and laughed, he stopped whispering and said, "Barbara told me that your mother kept boys at arm's length from you...so why are you going to a Roman Catholic school when your mother doesn't believe in any kind of religion?"

"You don't have to be a Catholic to go to a Catholic school, by law they have to have one non-catholic to every three Catholics in those schools."

"So...what has your mother told you about me?"

I drew a mouthful of chocolate milk up the straw and shook my head, "She hasn't told me anything at all about you, she told me that she got your sperm from a sperm bank, she never met you and didn't really know anything about you!"

I could see that Simon looked very disappointed that my mother had denied him so totally but he shook that disappointment off with a drink of his coffee, "So...how about you...have you started meeting boys yet?"

I laughed, "I go to an all girls school, my mother takes me to school every morning and picks me up again after school and our village is more like a retirement community than a real village, I've never even spoken to a boy anywhere close to my own age."

Simon looked a little confused, "So...what happened today, where's your mother right now?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "First time ever, mum told me this morning that I'd have to catch the bus home because she had an appointment in Northampton at six o'clock, she told me to get my own dinner and if she was late home, to make sure that I got off to bed at ten o'clock at the latest."

Simon checked his watch, "They'll be opening the gates to the festival car park in an hour, you could come with me and listen to a few of the opening acts and still get home before your mother!"

"I have no idea what time my mother will get home."

"Kitty darling, she wouldn't have told you to be in bed by ten o'clock at the latest if she was planning on getting home before ten o'clock herself!"

Well, that made sense to me, if my mother had planned to be home by bedtime, she wouldn't have warned me to go to bed by ten o'clock so I nodded my head in agreement as I finished my drink off.

"Well then Kitty, what do you say? Shall I drive you home so that you can get changed into something a little more appropriate and then take you to the 'Love's Rock in the Park' festival?"

I thought about it as I chased the last few specks of chocolate with my straw from the milkshake glass and then I gave my father a smile and nodded my head.

Once we were in his car, he asked me about my mother's latest boyfriend, who he was, what he was like, how long she had been with him, when I told him that she had never had a boyfriend, "Well, not in the last ten years at least...I'm not sure if she had a boyfriend when I was younger but I can't remember ever seeing a man around the house."

There was a moment's silence while my dad processed the information, "There must be a man around somewhere...Sarah couldn't go a single day without sex when I knew her."

I sat in silence thinking 'Well, that didn't sound like my mother...not one little bit!'

My father touched my arm, I looked at his face, "I said...have you started thinking about boys yet?"

"Sorry...erm, do I call you Simon or dad?"

He laughed, "Well, I'd prefer it if you called me Simon, calling me dad makes me feel so very old and I'm only thirty...so, are you curious about boys yet?"

"I've never really met one...I mean I see boys from St. Aiden's School going to and coming from school when mum is driving me to St. Bernadette's every day, some look nice and I see them meeting up with girls from my school...kissing and that, and I guess that I wonder what it would be like to kiss one of them too!"

We pulled up outside my house and Simon followed me up the drive. I had no idea what the protocol was in these situations, I'd never come home with a man before, not once in my life, should I tell him to wait in his car...should I let him come in...should I make him a cup of tea or coffee?

I unlocked the front door and pushed the living room door open, "I have to get changed, you can wait in the living room if you like!"

I climbed the stairs and got a funny feeling in the pit of my stomach so I looked over my shoulder, I was right, I hadn't heard the living room door close, my father was standing at the foot of the stairs looking up at me...his eyes fixed on the back of my legs close to the hem of my school skirt. My school skirt wasn't really short but because of the steepness of the stairs, I guessed that he could see the back of my knickers.

I went into my bedroom and closed the door, I looked in my mirror, my school shirt was much too tight, I guessed that if I went to a mixed school or a school with male teachers, my mother would have stopped me wearing that shirt, I stood there and took a deep breath, I could see my bra through two gaps between the buttons over my chest. I took my blazer and tie off and started to unfasten the buttons when I heard a sound from the direction of my mother's bedroom. I rushed across the landing without really thinking it through, I'd already unfastened four of the top buttons of my shirt when I opened my bedroom door and spotted my father looking in my mother's top drawer, "Dad...erm...Simon, what are you doing?"

He held up a pair of really skimpy knickers, very sexy lingerie compared to what I expected my mother to wear, "If Sarah doesn't have a boyfriend...who does she wear these for?"

He held them up, they were bright red but totally see through, even looking through double thickness, my father could still see me through them.

I shrugged my shoulders, I'd never seen them before, we weren't the kind of mum and daughter where we saw each other in our underwear ever but I'd never seen anything like them on the washing line either.

"You can't be in here Simon, go and wait for me in the living room please."

Simon pushed the drawer closed but he hadn't put the knickers back in her drawer, they were still in his hands. I closed her door and pointed down the stairs, he stepped onto the first step and I went back into my bedroom. I was looking at myself in my mirror as I finished unbuttoning my shirt, I pulled its tails out of the waistband of my skirt and then I spotted my father in my doorway watching as I dropped my shirt to the floor. I froze as he smiled at me, his hand, still holding my mother's knickers was on the front of his trousers, I could see a bulge forming down the inside of his left leg, he gripped the bulge through his trousers and pulled it from down the inside if his trouser leg and stood it up against his stomach, "That's a pretty bra Kitty...did you pick it out or did Sarah chose it for you?"

I thought, "Stop being a baby Kitty...he can't see anything that wouldn't be on show on a beach if you ever went to one or in a public swimming pool...if you ever went there other than with school!' I took a deep breath and shook my head, "Mum bought it for me!"

He came into my room, came right over to me and stood at my right hand side, his left hand slipped onto my left hip, just above the waistband of my skirt, "Your mother knows how to buy sexy clothes...if she was half as big when she was your age as you are now, she would have been even more popular with men than she was!"

I looked at the cups of my bra with a new critical eye, I'd seen other girls in the changing rooms at school, their bras were always very plain, they had to be white, that was a school rule, my bra was basically white but it had complex embroidery all over the cups, even though the bra was white, it still looked very pretty. I felt movement on my left hand side, Simon was stroking my ribcage from my skirt's waistband up to the under band of my bra and back down again. I looked from my own reflection to his face, he smiled at me, "Would you like a hand to unfasten your bra Kitty?"

I shook my head, "I'm not planning on taking it off, I'm just going to put a t-shirt on over it."

Simon chuckled, "You'll be the only woman at the Love's Rock festival wearing underwear darling!"

His left hand had stopped stroking, his thumb was on the under band of my bra just below my shoulder blade and his index finger was touching the underside of my left breast through my bra. My stomach was turning and churning, a flock of butterflies were stampeding in my belly and now there was actual pain in my breasts, I looked back at my reflection, I could see little movements in my father's index finger as it moved over the stitching of my embroidered bra cup and I realised that my nipples were so hard that they were causing bumps through the solid steel wall of my bra's cups.

For some reason a thought popped into my head, 'Typical school boy fantasy...thousands of women at the country park without underwear on for a whole weekend!' But why would that thought have popped into my head, it certainly wasn't the kind of thing that my mother would have voiced, I mentally snapped my fingers, Carol Turner in my class at school, she had a boyfriend and she often made comments like that. To Carol, every school boy had just one thing on their minds and that was sex. Carol's theory was that boys thought about sex roughly every six minutes, she often said that they thought about having sex two hundred and forty times a day...she assured us that even when sleeping a boy got an erection every six minutes throughout the night and out of all of the girls in our school, she was the only one who would have known for sure because she often slept the night with boys, her parents were the most liberal of any of our parents.

"What were you going to wear with your t-shirt Kitty?"

"I was thinking of wearing my Burberry Monogram jeans."

Simon whistled, "Burberry Monogram jeans...they're like eight hundred pounds a pair...you definitely shouldn't wear them to a muddy festival field, put a dress on instead!'

This was the first time anyone other than my mother had asked me to dress in a particular way and he was probably right, my mother was going to be mad at me enough if she found out that I'd been to the festival in the park without her permission but it would definitely be much worse if I ruined an expensive pair of jeans as well.

I opened my wardrobe doors, when my mother put my clean clothes away, she always put my longest frocks on the right and the shortest on the left and my shoes were just the opposite, my longest boots were on the left going down in size order to my flip-flops on the right.

"Which dress should I wear?"

Dad looked in my wardrobe and picked the dress furthest to the left.

"I'm not sure that dress still fits me, I haven't worn it for over a year."

"Well, try it on for me and if it really is too small, just go to the next one on the right of that one!"

I pulled the dress out of the wardrobe and then Simon stopped me pulling it over my head, "If I leave you alone in the bedroom...will you take your bra off before you put the dress on...please?"

I looked at my door and then remembered back to a conversation that I'd overheard between two girls at school one day last summer, one girl...Christine Sheffield...I think was saying that she was happy to get changed in front of her dad, she said that they only had one bathroom in her house so if she was in the tub and her father needed the toilet, they were both comfortable for him to go in there and take his pee, the other girl was probably Zoe Green, was saying that they often went camping and they all got changed in front of each other in their tent and Zoe had four older brothers.

I had no points of reference, I'd never been camping with my mother, I'd never seen her undressed and I can't remember the last time I was naked in front of her...was it okay for me to undress in front of my own father...well, he was hardly like a real father, I'd never been bounced on his knee as a toddler, he was a total stranger and then I remembered Carol Turner from my class at school, she was totally happy to be naked in front of any man in the country...not only strip off in front of them but most of them had sex with her as well once she was naked.

I started swivelling my upper body while my feet were planted to the floor, I hadn't done this since I was about eight years old whenever I was nervous or worried about anything but as I twisted it meant that as Simon's hand was stationary, I was actually moving my breast under his hand, it went from fully on my left breast to the clasp on the back of my bra. He groaned and said, "Damned that Edward picking your aunty up...I needed ten minutes with her to clear the rust from my pipe...I think I'd better go and use the bathroom before..." He left his comment at that point and left the room.

I heard the bathroom door clunk as I was slipping out of my skirt but there was no click...one of the issues with our house was that after the last redecoration, the painter had covered the bathroom door latch with a layer of paint and when we closed the door, we had to make sure that it clicked and if it didn't, the only way to ensure that the door didn't open on us with the slightest breeze was to close the bolt over on the door or press over the latch really hard until it did actually click.

I ran from my bedroom to warn my father that the door could spring open at any moment but I was too late, the door sprang open and I saw him standing in the middle of the bathroom, his trousers around his ankles and he had my mother's knickers wrapped around his right fist and his fist was on...Oh My God...the first ever male cock I'd seen in my life and it was a monster, at least eight inches long and so fat that he couldn't close his hand around it, there was a gap between the tip of his thumb and the tip of his middle finger.

Thanks to Carol Turner's unofficial but very detailed sex education classes at school, I didn't run a mile screaming in terror, I realised that what my father was doing was masturbating or what Carol called "Wanking'. Naturally I was fourteen years old so I knew about masturbation, I'd done it to myself a few times so I knew how the masturbation game worked, frantic rubbing, breathlessness and finally muscle spasms. Simon was looking down at his cock as he rubbed it fast, he hadn't been rubbing long enough to get breathless yet but he must have felt the draught from the slightly open bathroom door and he looked up into the mirror on the bathroom wall and he saw me looking at him. It crossed my mind to run back to my bedroom but...well, he didn't seem the least bit worried that I was looking at what he was doing and it didn't feel to me like I was doing anything wrong, standing out on the landing in just my knickers and bra so I stopped there watching him.

His hand slowed down and he looked at me, there was a moment's pause as his hand stopped moving, "Doesn't it bother you that I'm wanking in your bathroom Kitty?"

I shook my head, "Friends at school say that boys and men do it to themselves at least once a day, I have one friend who does it a lot to different boys and men, she says that there is only two things that a boy likes more than a girl giving them a wank are..."

I stopped at that point, the other two things like that were better than being wanked by a girl were a little ruder than a wank and I didn't think that my dad would appreciate my being rude and as that thought ran through my mind I didn't find it the least bit incongruous as he stood there wanking himself off.

A smile spread across his face, "So, if you're not bothered by the fact that I'm wanking myself and I'm not embarrassed at doing it...why am I standing in here on my own doing it to myself, when I could be in your bedroom looking at your beautiful body while I'm doing it?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I thought that you might just think it a little weird having your daughter watching you as you were doing it!"

He shook his head, "Well, not really, I'm only really your biological father, I've not been around while you were growing up...to me you're just a very beautiful young woman...something nice to look at while I'm doing myself!"

He pulled his trousers and underpants up to his knees and he walked back to my bedroom, as soon as I realised that he wasn't putting his cock away and that he was waddling towards my bedroom, I ran ahead of him and got there first. As he followed me into my room, he kicked his trousers off and stepped away from them, then he pulled his shirt off over his head and he lay down on my bed totally naked and started rubbing his cock slowly, "So...you said that one of your friends likes wanking boys and men off?"

I nodded my head, "Her name is Carol Turner, she loves doing that and the other two things that men and boys like as well!"

He laughed, "You mean sucking their cocks and letting them plant their cocks in her pussy?"

I nodded my head.

He looked over the edge of my bed, he looked down at my feet, I was still wearing my ankle socks with the sewn-in lace turndowns, his eyes moved slowly up my legs, still un-kissed by the summer sun...even though I wore short skirts every day for school, I just didn't seem to get a tan. His eyes took a rest when they reached my knickers, I looked down at my knickers as well, at least they matched my bra, same embroidery pattern and they were a stylish cut, somewhere between bikini-brief knickers and hipster style. I had a flat stomach, I stood upright again and caught my reflection in the mirror, the vision was slightly different between my image of my knickers and my father's. When I stood upright, the crotch of my knickers was pulled tight and followed the contours of my vagina...I'd never realised how thin the knickers that went with my school bra were, they followed every contour of my body...what Carol would call a camel-toe. According to Carol, the best way to catch a man was to show him your best camel-toe in your tightest shorts and just stand back and wait for the men to fall at your feet. My eyes flicked back to Simon, he was looking at my chest now and the hand rubbing his cock had sped up a little as he looked up my body.

"It would be much nicer for me to wank off to if you weren't wearing that bra Kitty darling!"

Zoe Green's voice popped into my head, 'I'm totally happy to be naked in front of my dad and four older brothers', her words were still ringing in my head as I reached behind myself and flipped the catch at the back of my bra open and shrugged my bra off of my shoulders.

He gasped and his hand moved a little faster, I looked down again, my nipples were standing out from my areola.

Simon's breathing started to increase in depth and frequency, "Are you wondering if I'd like you to take your knickers off as well darling?"

I thought, 'Well...no actually, I was just looking at how big my nipples have grown!' But I nodded my head instead.

"If you'd like to show me a little more, I'll be happy to see you!"

I pushed my knickers down to my knees and they fell the rest of the way to the floor by themselves, as I stood up a shiver ran through my body, the shiver was something like the feeling I got from masturbating, just before I stopped rubbing and fought to get my breath back.

I realised that the jump in the level of my excitement was because at the back of my mind, Simon might want to fuck me, it could have been terror, I mean I didn't really know Simon but he was my father and girls like Carol had been having sex for at least three years and here was I, the same age as her and I hadn't even kissed a boy yet.

I just stood there naked panting gently from my near climax just from the situation I was in, it felt to me like I was on the cusp of having sex for the first time in my life.

"Have you ever touched a boys cock Kitty?"

I shook my head.

"Ever wondered what a cock feels like Kitty?"

I nodded my head.

He took his hand off of his cock and invited me to take over wanking him.

I walked over to the side of my bed and gripped his cock with my hand, there was almost two inches more cock than fingers and I knew from school that from the tip of my thumb to the tip of my middle finger was seven and a half inches so his cock had to be around nine inches in circumference... Carol would have known if that was a big cock or a small one, it was my only experience of a man's cock and I was amazed at just how soft something could feel when it was so hard.

He wrapped his hand around mine and encouraged me to squeeze it a little tighter and rub it a little faster. I was standing level with his hips but he caught a hold of my hips and pulled me along the side of the bed to get better access to my body, he started to massage me between my legs rubbing his fingertips along the length of my labia and occasionally dipping into my vaginal cleft to play over my clitoris.

"You like playing with my cock kitty?"

I looked from his cock to his face, I had been concentrating hard on trying to make him happy and I had my serious face on, so I had to change my expression to a smile as I nodded my head.

"Would you like to try a little kiss?"

I nodded my head and leaned over him and planted a kiss on his lips, he laughed into my mouth so I pulled my face away from his and gave him a confused look, he gestured with his head down his body, "I was thinking more of your friend, Carol's number two men's favourite pleasure!"

I dropped my confused look and burst out laughing as well, I'd listened to Carol and other girls talking about giving boys blow jobs, Carol was definitely the first girl from our year to do it but over the past term and a half, several other girls had joined the cock sucking club, most of them introduced to the boys that they sucked off by Carol...or Carol's cast offs as I liked to call them but I'd never wanted to try it, no matter how much fun my friends said it was but here and now, with Simon, the man I'd just been introduced to as my father, his cock in my hand, I was happy to give it a try.

I went to sit on the side of my bed but Simon kept a hold of my pussy, stopping my sitting down, so I bent over at the waist and moved my mouth closer to his cock. I started out just kissing his cockhead, then I licked my lips...just in case it tasted foul, then I licked it and finally, I stretched my jaw as wide as I could and took his cock into my mouth.

I had no idea what I was supposed to do...no, Carol did go into some detail about what one of her boyfriends liked her to do while she was sucking his cock, it involved sliding his cock in and out of her mouth fast and just before his cock slipped from her mouth she licked her tongue over his knob-end and sinking back down, all the time sucking as hard as she could...well, I tried to do all of that and all I could think was, either Carol had a bigger mouth than I had or her boyfriend's cock was much thinner than Simon's.

It felt to me like I was screwing things up a little as I tried to perform the act as Carol had described it but judging from the mixture of purring and groaning coming from Simon, he was enjoying my attempt.

Simon gave me another orgasm by massaging my pussy lips and clitoris and then he struggled to get his middle finger up inside my vagina..."Fucking hell Kitty, it's a pity that you're still a virgin...your cunt is so tight it would be really wild to fuck you right now."

I was just going through another rotation of pulling my mouth up his cock, licking over his crown before going back down and the thought hit me as my head sank to new depths down his cock...'He's not going to fuck me, just because I'm a virgin!'

I quickly pulled my mouth clear of his cock, "Erm ...dad...that hole virgin thing is more of a technicality really, I've never had sex before but I did have a bad fall during a gymnastics competition when I was ten years old that cost me a third place in the competition and a trip to the hospital because I was bleeding quite badly down there. The doctor said I'd torn my hymen, I asked my mother if that meant that I couldn't do gymnastics again and she said, "No...but it means that your husband will be disappointed on your wedding night!"

I returned to sucking, Carol's words to Zoe Green in my head on the day she was taking Zoe to meet one of her men friends to get her blow-job career started, "It really won't matter to Bill whether you're good at it or bad, just so long as you try hard to get his cock as deep into your mouth as you can and try to keep your teeth from scraping against it while you're sucking it!"

I was trying to go deeper but ended up gagging and almost being sick before Simon pushed my head off of his cock.

Simon sat up on my bed, "Have you ever tried alcohol Kitty?"

I shook my head.

"How about recreational drugs?"

I shook my head again.

"Would you be okay if I took some? The thing is, you're going to be so tight...if I fuck you without a little help, I'll probably cum the moment my cock slips into you and that would disappoint both of us!"

He rolled off of my bed and picked his trousers up off of my floor, dipped his hand in the front right hand pocket and pulled a little plastic bag out. He held the bag up so that I could see the two dozen or so little pills, they were a little bigger than sweeteners that some people put in their tea or coffee.

"These are called ecstasy tablets..." he took one out of the packet and showed me both sides, on one side it had an embossed crown and on the other a smiley face, "...the crown stands for king and the smile represents fun, so these pills are the king of fun. If I take one it will help me to keep my erection for longer and help me get hard again faster after I cum."

He popped the pill into his mouth and swallowed it without water, he grinned at me, "Would you like to try one?"

"What will it do to me?"

"Well, one thing it does is increase the blood flow to your skin, it makes you feel a little hotter but it also increases the sensitivity of your skin all over...every touch will feel like little shocks of pleasure, even your clothes rubbing against your skin as you walk will feel electrifying, that's why girls taking it prefer not wearing a bra or knickers. On some girls it makes their nipples grow massively and become ten times more sensitive and on a few girls they find that their clitoris grows like a little cock but the main thing it does is make you want to give people pleasure! Would you like to try one?"

I nodded my head.

He took out a second pill and pressed it against my lips, I was a little reluctant at first because I didn't have any water to take the pill with but with his encouragement, I swallowed the tiny pill down easily.

I have to say that I had expected Simon to jump on top of me the moment I said yes to him fucking me...that was Carol's usual experience, in fact, listening to her, it seemed like as soon as she started to say yes, the boy or man would jump on top of her and it would all be over before she finished nodding her head in agreement. I'm not sure just how much pleasure she derived from fucking because she never mentioned her own orgasm, she only ever described sex from the point of view of the man's orgasm.

Simon helped me onto my bed to get me into the position that he wanted me in and once I was flat on my back, legs wide apart and waiting...he still didn't follow Carol's predicted action, it had been fully five minutes since I had said yes and I was still a technical virgin.

Simon sat on the edge of my bed stroking my body, "Is your skin tingling yet?"

I shook my head, he checked his watch, "Well, I guess it has only been five minutes so far, it can take around twenty minutes for some people to feel the effect."

I saw his smile widen, he was looking straight at my tits, I refocused on my breasts, my nipples had been erect and straining at the leash for over thirty minutes so far but as big as they were before, they were on the move again, slowly doubling in sizes from the biggest that they had ever been to an even bigger size now that the little 'King of fun' pill had started to take effect on my body!

Simon shuffled down the bed and slipped off the end, then he leaned forward, his lips covering my vagina. He started licking deep inside my cuny as I went off like a roman candle. I was jerking and bouncing about under Simon's face so much that he had difficulty keeping in contact with me.

"Right Kitty, I think that you're wet enough now to take me!"

Simon kissed his way up over my stomach and rib cage as his body slithered up my legs, each kiss landed like an explosion because of the increased sensitivity of my skin. I felt the head of his cock press against my labia, he shuffled his body a little higher but keeping his cockhead at the doorway to my vagina. He covered my mouth with his and he suddenly stabbed me with his cock, hard and deep. I gave a little squeal of pain into his mouth and started to pant through the pain.

He pulled his mouth off of mine, gave me a worried look and lifted his upper body off of mine. He looked down my body as he pulled his cock half way out of my pussy, "Phew...no blood...I was a little worried that you were still a total virgin!"

I lifted my head and giggled at the sight of such a massive thing as his cock sticking out of my tiny belly.

Simon settled into a rhythm, fucking me quite quickly, I tipped over into a massive orgasm and he looked down at my face, "I'm glad I took that pill, I would have climaxed long ago without it. Would you like me to stop now, I mean, I've given you a climax so I'll be happy to call it a day and wait until I get to the park to find a woman who's on the pill to take my load!"

"Why can't you finish off in me?"

"Does your school provide the morning after pill?"

I shook my head, "Catholic school, they don't believe in contraception of any kind!"

"Well, if you would like to feel me cum in you, I guess that I could hang around on Monday, pick you up from school at lunchtime and take you someplace to get the morning after pill...if you want me too that is?"

I nodded my head enthusiastically and he set off all over again at a hundred miles an hour bouncing on top of me through two more of my orgasms before I felt his whole body jerk followed by a flooding feeling, deep inside my body.

I basked in the glorious afterglow of a damned good fucking, the thought entered my head, 'If Carol had ever felt anything like this, she would have stopped banging on about sucking cocks and would have been extolling the virtues of getting fucked instead...I really would have to talk to her on Monday morning to see just how far she had gone with a man so far.'

Simon took me to the bathroom and he used the pipe from the shower to wash inside my pussy, he had said that he wanted to reduce the risk that I was already pregnant and to make me a little more pleasant for the next man, if I wanted another fuck from a different man once we got to the Love's Rock Festival.

While we were getting dressed, for me a matter of two seconds to pull the dress that Simon had chosen for me to wear, even though I complained that it would be too small for me and that I hadn't worn the dress for over a year, he asked me what my mother did for a living.

As my dress fell over my body I shook my head, "I have no idea, something medical, not a doctor or even a nurse, I think it could be something in a private clinic...medical records or finances or something...see, I told you that this dress was too short...I can see my pussy sticking out down below the bottom hem!"

Simon stopped pulling his trousers up and he looked at my spaghetti shoulder straps, "Look here, the straps are adjustable... just like your bra strap, I can let a little out and lower the hem a little!"

It was a bit of a juggling act to get the dress to the point where my pussy was covered but my nipples weren't on show over the top of the dresses neckline...mind you, even though my nipples weren't on show, a little of my areoles were on show but the more excited I was, the less my areoles were on show because they puckered down to push my nipples further out from my breast mass.

Simon pulled his shirt on over his head, "So, you don't actually know where your mother works then...it must be a good job if she can take you to school every day and pick you up from school most days. And what about holidays, is she off work all the way through the holidays?"

"She's always off when I'm on holiday and no...I have no idea where she works, just that it is in Northampton somewhere."

I stood there watching Simon as he finished getting dressed, "Do you like the effect of the ecstasy tablet on your body Kitty?"

I lifted the front of my dress and rolled my hips slightly, my clitoris was still massively engorged and simply rolling my hips sent a river of pleasure coursing through my whole body, my clitoris was bright red, even angry looking, and big, it was usually an insipid shade of pale pink a quarter of an inch long but at that moment, it was at least a half an inch long and the colour made it really stand out...I grinned at him and nodded my head. He took the plastic bag with its stash of wonder pills in it and popped the whole bag of pills into my top drawer, "If you take one a day, you can feel like this way for the rest of the month and you might find that your clit stays erect like that from then on."

As we were about to leave my house, Simon folded a slip of paper and slipped it between the door and the door's frame, high up on the right hand side, the lock side of the door, "If your mother comes home while you're out, at least you'll know and can come up with an excuse as to where you were when you should have been at home!"

"But you said that her telling me to make sure that I'm in bed by ten o'clock meant that she definitely wouldn't be home before ten."

Simon ruffled his fingers through my hair, "It is always best to plan ahead, if you fail to plan...you plan to fail!"

We drove out of the village and at the main road, Simon positioned his car on the right hand side of the junction, I pointed out that the car park was to the left. Simon said, "Usually it is but for the Festival, the artists and staff use the official car park on this side of the park but the public have to use a farmer's field on the other side of the park as their car park, that's also where the camping site is and the slope that we use as the auditorium, like a big natural amphitheatre."

We had to drive into Northampton and cross from the western road to the eastern side of the town and take the eastern road back out to the country park where the estival car park was.

Simon was held up at traffic lights, he looked at a side road, the sign on the road after the traffic lights, "Oh look it's the other end of Junction Road..."

I looked from him to the road sign that he was looking at, "What other end?"

Simon grew a massive grin, "The other end of Junction Road is one of Northampton's 'Red light districts'... when I lived around here, it was where most of the boys went to lose their virginity...actually, a few of the girls too, truth be told."

I muttered, "Sounds like another schoolboy fantasy to me!"

"You cheeky bugger...I'll show you!"

Simon crossed one lane to the left as soon as the lights turned green and took a left turn into Junction Road. I saw several women, young and old walking up and down the pavement...the strange thing was that they weren't actually going anywhere, just parading up and down the same small section of Junction Road. Simon had stopped just inside the road's junction with the main road.

Cars passed us and their drivers either slowed down for each woman or totally stopped at the side of one woman or another. It was like a ballet playing out, a piece of urban choreography, as cars slowed, the women would lean forwards and shake their upper bodies to prove that they weren't wearing a bra under their skimpy dresses...If the car stopped, the woman would bend right over and lean into the car's window to talk to the driver.

Simon laughed, "It looks like the street girls have taken over this end of the road now!"

I could see that the women seemed to be offering some kind of service but I was too far away to hear what the transaction was, I said, "What's the difference between a street girl and the red light district?"

Simon gave me a look and he spotted a movement in the wing mirror on my side of the car, a man had just turned the corner and had parked directly behind us. Because Simon had shown an interest in the car, I looked over my shoulder, the man was putting a small box in his breast pocket, then he ran his fingers through his hair as he checked himself out in the rear-view mirror. His final act before leaving his car was to squirt a little breath freshener into his mouth.

Simon pushed the hem of my dress up an inch, I looked at my lap, there was just a whisper of my pussy on show, Simon grinned at me, "I wonder what he'll do?"

The man wasn't the least bit discrete, he bent over as he walked past the car and looked from my face to my tits and then to my lap, he suddenly stood upright and his right hand went straight to his cock, he formed his fist around his cock through his trousers and hauled it in to a less painful position inside his trousers to give it room to grow to full length. He stood looking at me for a very long minute before one of the women walked close to him, he looked from me to her, Simon whispered, "He would love to fuck you but he thinks that you're busy with me...he'll stop her and ask her if she's looking for business or something similar!"

I thought, 'Another schoolboy fantasy!' But I was wrong...the man said, "You looking for business love?"

She looked at Simon suspiciously but when she saw me and the way that I was dressed, she relaxed, "What are you looking for darling?"

"I'd really like straight up but 'O' or 'A' would be nice too...even hand would be fine, I only have thirty minutes though so I can't go far!"

Well to me they may as well be talking double Dutch, I gave Simon a confused look.

He chuckled, "You've already done most of what he's just asked for...'Straight up' is just straight sex, his cock in her cunt. 'O' is oral sex and hand is just her getting him off with her hand..."

I butted in with, "You mean her giving him a wank?" Simon nodded his head, "...so what is 'A' part of the deal?"

"Well, the 'A' is a little more advanced, it stands for anal sex!"

Well, I couldn't call that Simon's schoolboy fantasy, the man had just told the woman that was what he wanted...well, if Simon's interpretation was correct at any rate.

"So...let me see if I've got this straight, anal sex, that's what boys do to each other...so what...how does that happen when she isn't a boy?"

Simon shook his head, "Boys don't have to do it to each other...one boy just usually does it to another boy, or man but the other doesn't have to do it back...there are lots of men who always do it, but never have it done to themselves. Married men will often go looking for another man to fuck...or boy of course, if their wives don't give them enough sex at home. But those men would never dream of letting another man fuck them back."

I heard a mumbled, "In the open hand will be thirty, 'O' will be sixty, straight up will be one twenty and I don't do 'A' at all...if you really want 'A', Paula will look after you for two hundred...if you're the shy type and want to do it in a room...you'll have to add fifty on top to use a hotel room!"

Simon whispered, "Notice how she never actually said the real act or mentioned pounds once...if that guy was a copper, he would have a hard job convicting her for soliciting because she never mentioned a sex act or sex for money."

"But isn't just being a prostitute illegal?"

"Nope, it is perfectly legal for a woman to be a prostitute in her own home...just so long as she doesn't live with another working prostitute or share a house with another sex worker where they are woking together or separately but at the same time. It is illegal though for a prostitute to advertise sex for payment or to approach men in the street and offer them sex for payment."

British laws on prostitution seemed ridiculous to me.

"Did you like the way that guy looked at you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "What way was that?"

"With hunger in his eyes...he wanted to fuck you and if he had known that you were only fourteen, he would have happily paid extra to shag you."

I looked back at the man, he was walking back to his car arm in arm with the prostitute, he opened the back passenger door and she slid into the back seat, "Are they going to do it right there behind us?"

Simon shook his head, "She'll know a safer place to park that isn't too far away...shall I follow them?"

I grinned at him and nodded my head.

The man drove past us and Simon slipped in behind him to follow them. We didn't go very far, the dividing point on Junction Road between the street walkers and what Simon called the red light district was a free car park roughly the midpoint along Junction Road, and the other man drove into that car park but Simon stopped out on the road.

"Aren't we going in too?"

Simon nodded his head towards a panel van with a high top, my mother called all such vans 'Transit' vans but the radiator grill of the dark blue van had the Citroen chevrons in the middle.

I followed his glance, "What's wrong with the van?"

Simon's mouth turned into a knowing smile, "It is two feet taller than the height restricting barrier...there's only one way he got that van in there and that's if it is a council van or a police van and it's totally the wrong colour for the council!"

I gave the Citroen van a second look and saw it shiver...no, not shiver, there must have been someone inside the van moving about. I saw the driver of the other car move from the driving seat, into the back with the hooker, I actually saw him hand over cash and she counted it before slipping it into her hand bag. They slowly sank down onto the back seat below my line of sight.

Simon was suddenly waving his hand from side to side in front of the windscreen. I looked to the front, a black Vauxhall Insignia with two men dressed all in black was flashing its headlights at my father because we were blocking the way into the car park.

Simon climbed out of the driving seat, wound down the window and pushed the car back a little from the outside, one hand on the steering wheel and the other on the doorframe as he pushed, he shouted out an apology to the driver of the Insignia, "I'm sorry, the engine just died on me."

I saw two things, the head of the man shagging the whore looked out of his rear window to see why Simon was shouting...and the other thing was the front seat passenger of the Insignia holding a microphone to his lips. The car radio suffered interference, a crackling voice seemed to be saying, "I need a full check on a silver VW Golf..." Simon's registration was passed over the radio twice as Simon grinned at me while pushing his car backwards a few feet to clear the car park's entrance.

As soon as the gap was big enough, the Insignia sped into the car park and stopped with its front bumper an inch away from the rear bumper of the car with the whore in it. Before the driver of the Insignia could open his door, the prostitute's customer was out of his car and running in my direction with the Insignia driver in hot pursuit.

Now that the Insignia driver was out of his car and also running in my direction, I could see the small 'POLICE' sign embroidered on his jacket over its breast pocket. At the exit, the punter jinked to the left, away from us, but was caught by the policeman and thrown down on the bonnet of the first car parked on Junction Road in front of us. I gasped when I saw the punter crash down on the car's bonnet. Simon had just got back into the driving seat, he said, "Don't worry...he isn't hurt look...the car took most of the damage see!"

I was looking...not at the men now rolling around in the road fighting each other...I was looking at the dent in the bonnet of the six month old Mercedes 550 AMG saloon car with its piercing alarm screaming because of the two man assault. A woman...obviously another sex worker came out of number seventeen, she had been sitting in the front window of number seventeen by a red table lamp. She bleeped the alarm off and ran over to the car and looked at the damage.

Simon said, "She'll be hopping mad, that's an eighty grand car and it looks nearly new!"

I shook my head, "Six months old actually!"

Simon gave me a confused look, "Do you know her very well?"

I shook my head, "No, I don't know her at all but I do know the car...look at the registration number!"

Simon read out the, 'S...4...R...H...A', "That would make a good registration number for...your...mother if she was into that kind of thing!"

"She did try for 'S4RAH' but the owner of that number wanted ten thousand pounds so it... So 'S4RHA' was the next best thing and only cost her five hundred quid!"

The police officer apologised to the woman for the damage, I need your details for our prosecution, the suspect is already facing charges of an act of gross indecency in a public place, resisting arrest and assault on a police officer and now we'll have to add criminal damage to a motor car to the list as well!"

She said, "It isn't actually my car, it belongs to one of my friends but she isn't here at the moment, she's out and won't be back until later."

The policeman wrote down the owners details, Sarah Clarke, seventeen Junction Road, Northampton and as he walked away he called it in on the radio, he wanted to know if there was anything known about my mother.

When the police man returned to my mother's friend, he said, "I do hope that you aren't waiting for Miss Clarke, her court case didn't go so well this afternoon, she was remanded in custody overnight for contempt of court and if she doesn't purge her contempt to the judge's satisfaction tomorrow, she'll be banged up until Monday at the earliest...I'll pass her details on to the Crown Prosecution Service but she may have to take a private prosecution out against him to get her car repaired."

I looked over at Simon, "Sounds like my mother is leading a double life...it also sounds like she won't be home tonight at all!"

Simon pulled the bonnet release catch to open the hood and then he stepped out of the car, lifted the bonnet all the way up and pretended to be talking to a mechanic on his mobile phone, "I already tried that...a little red wire with a white stripe behind the battery compartment...yes you're right, it has fallen off of the...I'll give it a try!"

Simon ran back into the driver's seat and turned the engine over, the car started...sweet as a nut, Simon ran back to the front of the car, thanking the fictional mechanic as he went, he smiled at the police man who had just been talking to my mother's friend, "Sorry about earlier, my aftermarket immobiliser took it into its head to think that I didn't have my ignition key in the ignition lock and cut out!"

The copper returned his smile, "No harm done sir, at least it didn't stop us getting our man!"

Simon carefully closed his bonnet and ran back to his driving seat. "It's a pity that the police are around, I was going to ask you to walk up and down Junction Road for me so I could watch all the men trying to pick you up!"

"I'll do it if you want me too, I'll just have to be careful what I'm saying and remember to tell them that I'm not a prosy."

Simon gave me an excited grin and he drove along Junction Road, turned first left and parked at the side of the road leading to the festival car park. Simon walked down the even side of the road and I walked down the odd side, past the little car park with the undercover police van parked in its strategic position to film everything that went on in the car park and the street outside the car park.

I walked the full length of the road, I could have made a fortune because of the number of men trying to pick me up and pay me to have sex with them in one form or another. At the traffic lights at the start of Junction Road...or rather the end of Junction Road because that was where the numbers were the highest, I turned around and looked over at Simon. He was talking to an older man, there was a strong familial look about them, the man looked like an older version of Simon. I'd seen the man step out of number twenty-two and as soon as he left the house, the red light in the window was turned on and a young girl sat in the window seat.

I started the long slow walk back to Simon's car, I didn't expect anyone to talk to me on my return path because I had already told twelve men that I wasn't a whore and had walked away from them. One man did stop me though, I took a deep breath in and was about to launch into my 'I'm not a sex worker speech for the thirteenth time when he said, "I know...you're not a whore...I just wanted to look at you. Are you related to Ron Clarke from Glebe Farm by any chance?"

Ron was actually my maternal grandfather but I shook my head, "Never heard of him sorry mate!"

"Are you sure...you look exactly like three of his grandchildren..." the man laughed, "...pity you aren't a prostitute, Ron would have loved to fuck a girl who looked so much like his granddaughters, it would have been a great turn on for him to imagine himself fucking one of them!"

I laughed, "Are all men such perverts as you and this Ron bloke?"

He shook his head, "No...only the lucky ones!"

"Well, goodnight Mr Lucky-man...I hope you find a nice young girl to play the granddaddy/granddaughter game together!" and I walked off to the start of Junction Road.

I didn't really know my Grandpa Ron...I knew that he was a farmer, that he had a massive family and that because he and my mother had fallen out when she refused to have me aborted after Simon made her pregnant, all the rest of her family turned their backs on her.

*** Simon crossed the road and he met me at the corner, he whispered quickly directly into my ear, "You're my girlfriend but we only met very recently!"

The older man walked up behind Simon, I would have been suspicious that the man had followed Simon over to the car for a sexual reason had I not just seen him leaving a prostitutes workspace, so I assumed that he had just paid to be sexually satisfied.

Simon turned to face the old man, "Dad, this is Kitty my latest girlfriend...Kitty, this old reprobate is my father Gordon. A little change of plan, I've offered my father a lift home, we'll miss the first act at the festival but my mother would love to meet you and will insist on feeding you so we'll have to stop for dinner.

I offered to let Gordon sit in the front passenger seat...testament to my young age, I was used to sitting in the back of the car if there were two adults in the car but Gordon insisted on me sitting next to Simon and he said, "I get a better look at you from the back seat Kitty darling!"

Simon grinned at me as he started to drive away from the parking space, his father didn't put his seatbelt on, he sat right on the front edge of the back seat, his head popped in between mine and Simon's, his left hand slipped over the back of my seat and he stroked down over my left collarbone, following the spaghetti string of my dresses shoulder strap, his chin was over my right shoulder, he whispered in my ear, "How long have you known Simon then darling?" As he spoke, his right hand slipped between my right arm and my ribcage and as he finished asking me the question, his fingers were lifting my right breast through my dress.

The little angel that sat on my right shoulder was telling me to slap his face, the devil on my left shoulder said, "Why should she, Gordon isn't doing anything wrong, we love having our breast felt up by a boy!"

The angel laughed, "Gordon isn't a boy, he's a dirty old man who's just fucked a prosy for money and now he's feeling your tit, even though he thinks that you're his son's girlfriend!"

I found it difficult to get my thoughts together enough to answer Gordon's question, in the end I had to shush my inner voices so that I could get a word in edgewise, "Not very long really Gordon although it feels like I've known him all of my life!"

Gordon chuckled as he struggled to kiss the side of my neck and then he said, "Has he known you long enough to get his cock up your arse yet?"

That caused me to chuckle, I'd only heard about anal sex between a man and a woman being possible and Simon's father was asking me if Simon had known me long enough to talk me into letting him fuck me up my bum. I shook my head.

"God, so he hasn't known you for very long at all...has he shared you with one of his friends yet Kitty?"

Gordon had stopped just lifting my right breast with the fingers of his right hand, he now had a good grasp, palpating my tit through my dress quite openly, I shook my head, "No...but I think that he has plans for later on tonight, the rock festival sounds like one big outdoor orgy to me!"

There was another kiss, this time on my cheek, "Well if you're still with him the next time I see you can I fuck you as well...I love fucking Simon's girlfriends...I get to fuck some of them long after they dump him, but don't tell Simon that!"

I leaned forward in my seat and looked past Gordon's face at Simon, he was shaking his head, "Don't listen to a thing the old codger says Kitty...I'm just usually lucky with girls, they usually like anal sex as much as I do but I don't insist on everyone of them letting me have anal sex, some of them have never done it up the bum even after leaving me but my dad does seem to have more luck fucking my ex girlfriends than I ever did while I was with them!"

I leaned back in my seat and struggled to look Gordon in the eye as his left hand was easing under the top of my dress to get at my left breast without the thin material of my dress between his hand and my tit, "So Gordon, which of Simon's ex girlfriends have you been shagging for the longest after she dumped Simon?"

"That's an easy one...that would be Sarah Clarke...Simon went out with her for two weeks in twenty-oh-seven or eight when she was fifteen years old and I'm still fucking her to this day...well, not to this day, she wasn't available today so I had to fuck one of my other young friends today for my monthly exercise!"

"Why was Sue Clarke unavailable today Gordon?"

"Sarah...not Sue, Sarah Clark...A rich businessman had booked her all afternoon to work an orgy for him at a posh hotel, she took half of the girls off Junction Road with her as well so there wasn't much available out on the street tonight, fortunately one of my old Geography students was working at number twenty-two so she gave me a small discount just because she knew me at school!"

I actually breathed a sigh of relief when we reached Simon's parent's house...if they had lived just a little further away from Junction Road, Gordon would have probably had me stripped naked in the car before we got there. Gordon and I had to get out of the car in the street because Simon needed to park with the passenger doors close to his father's car to get on the drive so Gordon guided me up to the front door while Simon struggled to get his car onto the drive.

I asked Gordon why he didn't take his car to Junction Road, especially as it had a free car park close to the red light district, "If the police spot your registration number twice on Junction Road, they stop you and if you don't have a very good reason for being there, they prosecute you for Kerb-crawling, it's only a small fine but they publish your name and address in the court report in the local Saturday evening newspaper."

Gordon opened the front door and pushed me into the vestibule, a voice came from the living room at quite high volume, "I hope that Sarah made you wear a condom this week..."

Gordon shouted out, "Anna, We have guests!"

There was a loud bang and the living room door crashed open, Gordon's wife Anna was in an electric wheelchair and she used the front bumper of the chair to knock the living room door open and she skidded to a halt, "Who are you?"

Her voice was quite sharp and she was eyeing me with suspicion...mainly because of the way that I was dressed I think. I froze and Gordon pushed me forward a little closer to the weaponised electric wheelchair, "She's Kitty, our Simon's latest girlfriend!"

Anna shrieked, "Simon...where is he?"

I was pushed again, "He's parking his car on the drive."

Anna invited me to follow her into the kitchen, "I'm sorry for the frosty welcome my dear, it wouldn't be the first time that the old goat brought a whore home with him to use for the whole weekend!"

I smiled at her, "Do I look that much like a prostitute?"

She gave me a pitying look and nodded her head, "Well, actually you do...actually more like a prostitute than you think, Gordon's favourite whore is Sarah Clarke, she was one of Simon's old girlfriends when he was at school, I'm sure that it was Simon's fault that Sarah ended up becoming a whore, he taught her too much about sex too quickly when she was far too young...naturally Gordon couldn't resist paying her for sex, just because she was one of Simon's ex girlfriends. Where are you from my dear?"

I lied a little, my village was actually in Leicestershire but rather than saying Leicestershire, I said Leicester, that would put me a lot further away from Northampton and the possible link with my mother who Anna must have known really well to say that I looked like her.

Anna gave me a word of warning that was cut short by Simon's arrival in the kitchen, "Don't let my husband get you alone in a room Kitty...he can't be trusted, he'll fuck anyone at the drop of...Simon darling, why didn't you tell me that you were going to be in the area?"

There was a big hug and a kiss between mother and son and I was left to my own devices.

I was a little confused, Simon had just heard his mother telling me not to allow her husband to catch me alone in a room but as he was hugging and kissing his mother, he was pushing me towards the living room where his father was waiting alone...actually, he was watching his son and wife through the kitchen door and as Simon pushed me towards the living room, his father was licking his lips at the prospect of getting me on my own.

I walked through the door between the kitchen and the living room. As soon as I was through the door, Simon kicked the door closed behind me. As soon as the door latched closed, I heard Anna shout out from the kitchen, "Remember to use your condom Gordon!"

I ended up in Gordon's bedroom, because of her infirmity, he and Anna had separate bedrooms, hers on the ground floor and his on the first. His bedroom was full of dirty books and magazines as well as piles of photographs, including lots of pictures of my mother in the nude. Before he climbed on top of me, I reminded him that Anna had told him to make sure that he used a condom on me.

Okay...I'll admit that I had no experience of sex before today but earlier I had thought that no man could possibly be better than Simon in bed but I was wrong...Gordon was a real expert, even though he was over fifty years old, he fucked like a steam train and kept on going until Anna called us to join them for dinner.

I felt my face colour up when I entered the dining room which took Simon by surprise, he took me to one side and asked me if the ecstasy tablet had worn off, I shrugged my shoulders, I had no idea but I had stopped giggling at everything and I was definitely feeling guilty about letting the husband of a wheelchair bound woman fuck me. Simon ran out to his car, I watched him take a very large plastic bag out of his glove box and he took another little white pill with the crown on one side and the smiley face on the other and he popped it in my mouth as he dragged me through the living room and back to the dinner table.

Anna tried to sooth my guilt by saying, "You shouldn't feel guilty about screwing my old man darling...it has been over twenty years since I was last able to have sex with him and I know that he needs it at least once a day so you've done me a favour really taking the edge off of his appetite!"

I got a little giggly again during the meal and after it finished I kissed Simon's mum and dad goodbye and we drove out to the farm that Simon would be parking his car on. He stopped short of the car park and said, "Have you ever met your grandfather Kitty?"

"You mean Gordon?"

He laughed at me, "No, not my father, Sarah's father?"

I shook my head, "Nope, never met him...know nothing about him...well, apart from the fact that he's a farmer around here someplace!"

"I wonder if he would recognise you?"

I giggled and shrugged my shoulders.

Simon gave me one of his tickets, "Take this ticket and walk through the gate, into the car park, I'll meet you just inside the car park!"

I got out of the car and walked over to the man wearing the high-vis jacket, I waited for him to tell the driver of the car just going through the gate where to park and then I offered him my ticket, he started to tell me that as a pedestrian, I should be using a different gate but he stopped himself short. He looked me all over and he smiled at me as he fitted a plastic band around my left wrist, "You look very beautiful my dear...are you old enough to be here...you know that you have to be over twenty-one?"

I giggled and shrugged my shoulders, I could probably pass for over eighteen but never for over twenty-one.

"Hell, I don't care if you are over twenty-one or not darling...just so long as you like sex...I'll be looking for a little sex at eleven o'clock, if you'd like to hook up, meet me at the beer tent just after eleven!"

I thought, 'I'm going to really like this festival, people are so open about sex...a massive improvement on real life where sex is always hidden!'

Simon was directed to the far side of the car park so I ended up with quite a long walk to meet up with him again, "How did it go?"

I grinned at him, "He told me that he wanted to fuck me and if I was interested, I should meet him in the beer tent at eleven o'clock!"

Simon said, "I'd like to see that!"

"Why?"

"Because he is your grandfather...Sarah's father. If you let Ron fuck you at eleven o'clock this evening, you'd probably be the first girl in history to screw both of your grandfather's in one evening without them knowing that you're their granddaughter!"

I was giggling all over again at that prospect...mind you, it would have meant very little to me because I didn't really know my grandfathers, I'd never met them in my life before, it was just like Simon being my father, it didn't really feel bad letting him fuck me earlier because I didn't know him.

I helped Simon carry his tent and sleeping bags up the side of the hill, he erected the tent amongst a group of other tents and then we went over the crest of the hill to where everyone was sitting watching the group performing on the stage at the bottom of the valley. The sound from the loudspeakers was almost painful, it sounded much better from my bedroom at home because the steep sides of the valley attenuated a lot of the noise from the sound system and the speakers were pointing away from my little village.

Simon seemed to be walking around the audience selling the little white pills at five pounds a pill, some girls he gave pills for free if they let him fuck them for a few minutes. Simon didn't take his own climax from those women but he did give every one of them an orgasm before he moved on.

It did cross my mind that when Simon was in my bedroom, he had given me more than a hundred pounds worth of the little fun pills to keep me happy for the rest of the month.

Simon met a few of his old school friends, they all knew my mother, they all knew that Simon had knocked her up but they had all assumed that she had got rid of me before I was born or at least just after. I actually had sex with three of those men, I didn't bother going to Simon's tent, we just fucked right there, out on the hillside with thousands of people milling about, just fucking on the picnic blankets spread out on the grass covered hillside...again, they were careful to get me off, give me a lovely climax or even two but they didn't want to cum in me. Once I'd finished with my third man I asked Simon why?

"The thing is Kitty, there are about three thousand men on this hillside, you could fuck with every one of them, one after the other, have a climax with every one of them and still be ready for more..."

"I'd be very sore!"

"...you would be very sore, you're right but even after all that sex, you could still do it all over again but me, if I can manage three orgasms a day it is a good day for me so I have to limit my fun to just two or three climaxes a day..." Simon looked at the side of a tent that looked like a circus big top, "...would you like a drink?"

I looked at the tent, it had a massive sign in colourful writing over the top, 'BEER', I looked at Simon and then looked at my watch, it was five minutes to eleven. The smile of realisation crossed my face, "You want me to have sex with my other grandfather...don't you?"

He grinned and nodded his head, "I do and I want to watch the two of you doing it!"

The little angel on my right hand shoulder whispered in my ear, "He's a bloody pervert!"

The voice of the little devil on my left shoulder said, 'For once I agree with goody two shoes, he's a pervert, bloody great isn't it!"

I looked around, even from the beer tent, I could see at least five couples fucking on their picnic blankets...well, I doubted if they were actually couples...more like two random people fucking on the ground while their respective partners looked on, along with twenty or more other people, "Where should I do it?"

I even looked inside the beer tent, it was much brighter in there but not much room as there were hundreds of people jostling for position to catch the barman's eye.

Simon said, "Can you remember where my tent is?"

I nodded my head uncertainly.

"Well, you must remember roughly where it is, I'll wait inside the tent with my camping gas light on, I doubt that many of the tents will have lights on inside this early in the evening!"

There were at least a hundred men ahead of Simon in the beer tent but he got served ahead of all of them all just because he was so well known around the festival because he supplied recreational drugs at reasonable prices, he got a pint of beer and he got me a half of sweet cider. I just started sipping at my cider when Ron Clarke turned up, he gave me a sweet smile and said, "So...I guess that you'd like a little fun with an older man then...what do I call you darling."

I had a little panic, I'd never met my grandfather but he had probably heard my name so I told another little white lie of the evening, "I'm Cathy Clark."

Ron did a double take, "Clarke with an 'e' or without?"

I wanted to say with an 'E' because I'd had two 'E' tablets but I said, "Without!"

He chuckled, "I'm a Clarke too but I'm with an 'e'...I think there may be a little family resemblance, I haven't seen you in good light yet but you do look a little like my granddaughter Amy...so where do we do it?"

"I have a tent but my boyfriend might be in there if he got lucky!"

Ron laughed out loud at that, "Well, just so long as he isn't the jealous type!"

I shook my head, "Not the least bit jealous!"

We walked up the hill, people to the left and right of us fucking away, lost in the music, the alcohol and the drugs. As we crested the hill and started the fall towards the car park, the sound level halved as we started down the hill, Ron asked me what I did for a living, I told yet another little lie, rather than telling him that I was still at school, I told him that I was between jobs at the moment.

"Well...you seem to love sex...why don't you make a little money having sex, make money and have a whole bunch of fun at the same time!"

"How will I do that?"

Ron smiled and said, "I have a few properties on Junction Road, I could rent you a flat to use, get you a few customers, a pretty woman like you could easily earn a thousand pounds a week after expenses. Simon was right, his was the only tent with the light on inside it at that time of the night.

As we got close to the tent, I cleared my throat, "Simon, are you decent in there, it's me, Cathy and I've brought a friend with me!"

Simon unzipped the front of the tent, he was naked, he did have a confused look on his face but he swapped that look for a smile, he looked Ron in the eye, "Hi...Ron Clarke isn't it...would you like me to get dressed and make myself scarce so that you two can play in private?"

Ron did a double take on Simon's face, "You're Gordon Porter's lad aren't you?"

Simon grinned and nodded his head.

"No lad, you don't have to go, I'm sure that just like your dad, you get a kick out of watching your girlfriend being given a good fucking!"

Simon said, "I do love watching her being fucked by a man with a cock as big as yours Ron, you have quite the reputation around Northampton."

Ron seemed to grow with pride under Simon's comments. Simon pulled my dress off over my head and he moved over to the side of the tent for me to lay down at his side as I watched Ron undress...a definite improvement on fucking out in the open on a picnic blanket where the men just lifted the front of my dress an inch and pulled their cocks out of their fly hole and did the business. I actually found that looking at the man's naked body...watching him unwrap himself was a big part of the turn on for me and even though Ron was close to sixty years old, being a working farmer, he had a fantastic looking body and his cock was the biggest I'd seen so far.

Ron knelt between my legs and inserted 'Tab A into slot B, he slid all the way in me in one fluid movement, I let my eyes flick over to Simon's face, I could instantly tell that Simon's excitement wasn't just from watching a man fuck me, he'd already watched three other men do me, his excitement was from watching Ron fucking one of his granddaughters without even knowing it.

I started my climax and expected Ron to roll away like the other three festival goers did but not Ron, he wasn't here for the festival, he was here to fuck me and then he would walk across the road to his farmhouse and try to get some sleep with the rock and roll background music.

My face contorted with the pleasure of my orgasm, Ron looked a little shocked and his right hand slipped off of my breast and he reached down to my bottom as he pounded his cock into me, he was feeling around my bottom, he looked over at Simon and said, "Do you know Amy?"

Simon was looking at my face and grinning like a fool, "Is she your youngest daughter?"

"No, she's my middle granddaughter, when she climaxes, she looks exactly like Cathy...so much so that I was just checking her bum to see if she's had anal sex yet...my girls always start off with anal sex because their vaginas are too small to take a cock when they first get started."

As Ron was probing around my bum hole it felt to me like my bottom was trying to eat his fingertip.

Simon was trying to fight his smile, "I'm sure that I can see a little of your Barbara in her face but I've never seen Amy climax!"

"Sure, that's because Barbara is Amy's mother, they both look a lot like each other."

Once Ron was happy that I wasn't Amy with the anal test, he returned his right hand to playing with my tits and Simon took over feeling around my bottom but I wasn't surprised, from talking to his father it seemed that one of the first things that Simon talked his girlfriends into letting him do to them was anal sex and it also sounded like anal sex was one of the main things that all women did as soon as they could. Again, as I ran through another massive climax, each time my muscle relaxed from the powerful spasm, it felt like I was eating Simon's finger, after three more orgasms, the whole of Simon's index finger was all the way up my bum, then he did something strange, he turned his hand over and then he pressed his fingertip up against the underside of Ron's cock, sending Ron into an instant climax of his own.

I felt Ron boiling over into my cunt, so much spunk that it flooded out of my belly, soaking the bed that we were using, Ron groaned but instead of resting in me while he got his breath back, he rolled off of me while spunk was still spurting from his cock and Simon replaced him on top of my body.

Simon lifted my legs and he pressed my knees against my tits as he lined his cock up with my anus rather than my vagina and he pushed in hard causing me to scream with pain but that soon wore off as Simon pushed a gallon of Ron's cum up my bum covering his cock. My pain was short lived because Simon climaxed so quickly.

I got my breath back and asked if Simon could take me home.

I didn't wake until ten o'clock in the morning and as I schlepped down to the kitchen I found my mother sitting in the kitchen dressed in just her dressing gown. I looked out of the living room window and saw her car in the drive, "Mum, it looks like a massive dent in your bonnet, what happened?"

She blew over her coffee cup, "I have no idea, it happened when the car was parked in the street."

"Will it be expensive to fix?"

"A new bonnet from Mercedes will be around three thousand pounds and almost the same again to have it painted to match the rest of the car."

I whistled, "Most girls at school's parents don't spend that much on a whole car, never mind just a new bonnet!"

Mum just smiled at me, after breakfast and getting dressed in my next smallest dress, this time wearing my bra and knickers under it, we went out, we drove past the Mercedes main dealership in Northampton and on to the old railway sidings, one of the old goods sheds had been repurposed into a garage for repairing cars, the name over the door was Paul Clarke Vehicle Restoration so I guessed that we were related.

There was a moment's strained awkwardness and then Paul grinned at my mother and gave her a hug, he looked at the damage to the car and sucked air in through his teeth and shook his head, "That could be expensive Sarah...could take a while too, would you like a cup of tea or coffee?"

Mum said, "Coffee please."

Paul looked around my mother, "And what about your friend?"

My mother laughed and said, "She isn't my friend, she's my daughter Kitty!"

Paul had a genuinely surprised look on his face, "God she looks just like Barbara's daughter Amy!"

Mum turned her back on Paul, I saw her lips forming the words, 'Same father...no wonder they look so alike!', "Would you like a drink of something Kitty darling?"

I nodded my head, "Can I have a very weak coffee with a lot of milk in it please?"

Well, my mother's silent comment took me by surprise, I was sure that my Uncle Edward was Amy's father...now, was Simon my father rather than my uncle or was Simon the father of me and my Cousin Amy?

Paul called out, "Darrel, one Americana and two lattes please mate!"

A coal black face appeared from inside the garage, "Coffee break boss?"

Paul checked his watch, "Okay Darrel, make coffee for everyone else as well!"

Spanners were produced and the thick pad of soundproofing material was removed from the underside of the bonnet lid. Paul got a long wooden bar and placed in on the engine mount, one of his staff held the bar in place while Paul applied a little downward pressure on the bonnet, there was a snapping sound and the massive dent was popped out, just leaving a little dent.

Paul got what looked like a paint stripper, an electric hot air gun, he warmed the underside of the little dent with hot air and there was a little popping sound as the last little dent popped, Paul called it metal memory, so long as you didn't mess it about too much, the metal would try to return to its original shape if it could.

"There you go sister darling...one German posing pouch restored to its full glory!" Paul's employee started to re attach the soundproofing while we all started drinking the coffee that Darrel had just made for us.

"What do I owe you Paul?"

Paul shook his head, "I didn't have to do much..." Paul's voice turned into a whisper, "...if you're feeling kindly disposed, Darrel's still a virgin, you could sort that out for him if you like!"

Mum put her coffee down and walked into the garage, I followed her, just a few feet behind. Darrel looked terrified as my mother opened his trousers and used her hand to fluff his cock into life, she took a condom from her shoulder bag and rolled it down Darrel's cock. They actually did the deed on the back seat of a car that was being repaired while I stood to one side watching from the shadows of the garage and Paul slipped his hand over my shoulder, "You watch your mother work very often Kitty?"

I shook my head, "First time!"

"Well, she's almost finished, we should beat a hasty retreat if you don't want to get caught watching!"

I'm not sure if Darrel had as much fun losing his virginity today as I had yesterday with Simon...or Gordon...or even Ron, the devil on my left shoulder said, 'I'll bet he didn't even have as much fun as we did with any one of the three men out on the picnic blankets looking down on the stage.'

As we drove away from the garage with a newly straightened bonnet on our car I plucked up the courage to say, "Did Darrel have a big cock?"

Mum gasped, the car took it into its own head to swerve all over the road almost parking in the boot of a Ford Fiesta, "Where did that question come from?"

I smiled at my mother's shocked reaction, "The girls at school all say that black men...well, Jamaican and Barbadian men all have big cocks and know how to show a girl a good time!"

That caused another gasp from her, "Why the hell do I go to all the trouble of sending you to that nice posh school if that's what you learn?"

"Mum, that school is just a school that restricts a girl's access to boys, it can't stop girls thinking about boys, talking about boys or experimenting with boys out of classroom hours!"

The rest of the weekend was boring, I wouldn't say quiet, there was an all pervading sound of rock music, louder in some parts of the garden, my bedroom it sounded like background muzak and in my mother's bedroom it was just an insect like rhythmic buzzing sound.

I'd arranged for my father to pick me up from just outside the school gate at twelve o'clock to take me to get the morning after pill and sort out more permanent birth control...now that the sex genie was out of the bottle, I never wanted it putting back in again.

For the first time ever, my mother allowed me to use my bus pass and go to school on the school bus instead of her taking me to school, I guess that I'd kind of proved that all of her careful nurturing of me had failed when I asked her if her brother's apprentice had a big cock because all the girls at school said that black boys and men had bigger cocks than white boys.

I spotted Amy, she was a pupil at the same school as me but she was in a totally different stream and series of sets to me, her school life was mainly lived in the north wing where I lived out my days in the south wing, her education was heavy on sports and light on academic work, mine quite the opposite, I did very little sports and took extra science and two language courses. She was sitting with Cathy Berry, I heard Cathy ask her if she was related to Sarah Clarke from seventeen Junction Road?

Amy said, "I'm related to six Sarah Clarkes that I know of but none of them live anywhere close to Junction Road...it's so 'Low Rent' around that part of Northampton...Kitty's mother is one of them, her mother is Sarah Clarke!"

Cathy looked at me over her shoulder as I sat behind them, Cathy said, "No, it can't be Kitty's mother, they both live in Souldrop Village, very up-market address!"

Amy looked over her shoulder and smiled at me, she knew that we were related, she knew how we were related but because of her grandfather disowning my mother before Amy was born, she never really acknowledged that she knew me, "Why do you ask Cathy darling?"

"Saturday's evening newspaper, the court report..." Cathy opened the newspaper and read, "Miss Sarah Clarke of seventeen Junction Road, Northamptonshire was found guilty of soliciting and being a common prostitute and fined two hundred pounds...Erm...Miss Clarke was later held in contempt of court and sent to the cells beneath the magistrate's court..."

Amy laughed, "Well, prostitution would probably run in my family but I'd still put money on it being Kitty's mother, rather than one of the other members of my family!"

It was a very bitchy comment from my cousin, the little devil on my left shoulder forced me to say, "How's Edward Cook doing Amy, I was talking to your father about him on Saturday, he thinks Edward is having a little difficulty keeping your mother out of other men's beds!"

Amy spun in her seat, "Edward is my father!"

"Not quite, Edward is your mother's husband, not quite the same thing, I believe that your father is actually a man called Simon Porter, he was screwing your mother around the date that you were conceived and Edward was still in America until that June...so if he was your father, you would have been the shortest confinement in history!"

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